In the early morning of the next day, Ah Ming came to Zheng Fan's military tent.

Siniang has already gotten up and is making hand-rolled noodles.

Seeing Ah Ming coming, Siniang asked:

"Eat some?"

"I'll eat it if you add some human blood."

"Okay, I can add it."

"Really?"

"Plus."

"Wouldn't it be good? The Lord will eat it later, right? ”

"Of course."

"Then let's not add it."

After adding it, the master eats it, and he has to say that he has to repeat the crane this time, not to mention the tail of the crane.

Very momentary, dutiful and naughty.

Shaoqing,

Zheng Fan walked out,

When Uncle Zheng walked out of the tent, his knees trembled and he held his waist.

Seeing this, Ah Ming looked away, sat down, and looked at Siniang again.

Siniang shook her head slightly.

Ah Ming sighed helplessly.

all

It's all in plain sight.

Uncle Zheng also sat down next to him, obviously he was already a six-rank martial artist, but at this time, he really felt that the waist position was no longer his own.

"Hoo ......"

Reaching out and taking a bowl of noodles from Siniang's hand, Zheng Fan began to eat.

Ah Ming said:

"Lord, yesterday he went to see the child."

Zheng Fan nodded, but he didn't look surprised.

"He also had a fight with Sha Tuo Que Shi, he can open a second grade like a sword saint."

Hearing this, Zheng Fan put the noodles in his hand in front of him a little helplessly, and suddenly felt that this noodles were not fragrant.

But how to say it,

I'm also a little used to it, and I'm used to being hit.

Of course, there is actually progress in my life, compared to the "Ma Dad" and "Sicong Husband" in the previous life, which exist without feeling,

At least in this life, I have learned to be "jealous".

Because of each other, you can also use "distance" to measure, no matter how far away, at least there is a concept.

"Is Shatuo Que Stone okay?" Zheng Fan asked.

"No problem, he didn't play hard."

"Well, it sounds a little sad."

This is the same emotion as the blind man last night, no matter what, before the Sword Master recovers, Shatuo Que Shi can be regarded as the highest combat power of his own individual.

"Cheng, you pack up, I'll go to Hetian Wujing to say goodbye."

"Yes, Lord."

After Zheng Fan left, Ah Ming took out the water bladder, drank a mouthful of blood, and said:

"This time, it looks difficult."

Siniang nodded and said, "The magic pill didn't move." ”

"Hmm."

Generally speaking, the easiest demon kings to be promoted are actually Siniang and Demon Pill.

one, is the person in the room;

One is his own son.

When the two of them are a little helpless now, the rest of the demon kings can only watch from the side first, even if they are in a hurry, there is no place to do it.

Siniang put away the pots and bowls, washed her hands with water, and said:

"When we return to the Snow Customs this time, let's get together and have a meeting."

The Lord has advanced,

But this time, the advancement of these demon kings is no longer as simple as who licks first and who licks later.

"Coincidentally, the blind man said the same."

……

Zheng Fan came to the outside of the handsome tent, and walked into it after the personal guard passed the word.

Tian Wujing was sitting on the edge of the couch, as if he had just gotten up and was getting dressed.

"Lord Wang, I'm going back to Snow Customs at the end, this time, thank you Lord for cultivating."

Tian Wujing called himself over for what reason, Zheng Fan knew in his heart that the biggest purpose was actually to see this round of "scenery" by himself;

As for the advanced things, they can only be regarded as incidental.

It's a bit like a graduation ceremony for himself with the blood and corpses of 40,000 people;

At the same time, letting yourself go to the matter of ordering the killing of prisoners will certainly make you forever on the "blacklist" of the Chu people.

But it is undoubtedly equivalent to raising his hand and announcing to the entire Jingnan Army,

He Zheng Fan,

can speak on behalf of King Jingnan.

Two lives as a man,

The Zheng Fan family in the previous life was actually not very harmonious,

But in this life, I did feel a feeling of being cared for by my "brother" in two people.

One is Shatuo Que Shi, which originated from his gluttony on the way to the army, plus he kowtowed first in the spirit of kowtowing to something;

When Lao Sha was alive, in fact, he didn't get along with him for long, who would have thought that after Lao Sha died, he became a constant companion.

This second one is Tian Wujing.

Tian Wujing is really very tolerant of himself, there are some things that Zheng Fan didn't hide it, but Tian Wujing just didn't see it.

Between the two sides, there is actually a tacit understanding that both sides are used to.

In fact, sometimes during the "time of the sage",

It's easy to empty your mind.

A top third-grade powerhouse like the Sword Saint and Tian Wujing can achieve a strong second-grade powerhouse in a short period of time to obtain extremely terrifying strength.

Uncle Zheng can also,

For example, last night,

has entered the "realm of saints" several times,

Light another cigarette that has been resupplied from the blind man,

Thoughts are ethereal,

Suddenly, I felt,

If Liang Cheng is asked to tinker with Sha Tuo Que Shi again in the future, let him become as normal as he was when he was alive, and then let Tian Wujing take his godson and the big guy to go to a place with beautiful mountains and rivers to live in seclusion, it seems to be good.

But when I get up in the morning,

In addition to the strong soreness of the waist,

The moment the hand touches the armor,

only to suddenly realize that

Dreams are dreams, and reality is reality after all.

Tian Wujing naturally didn't know where Zheng Fan's thoughts had drifted to, but just advised:

"This time back to the snow customs, it can be regarded as a justifiable opening of a party pattern, for their subordinates, you need to operate more, don't give all the power, and don't be reluctant to let go at all."

That's a warning.

Although, what Uncle Zheng actually needs most is this kind of admonition, because throughout the ages, it seems that no hero will have such a good set of team foundations.

Not to mention the strength of each ability, and they will not rebel against themselves, because the seven demon kings put aside the kind of life interest of "doing things", it seems that none of them really likes to sit in that chair.

But when the elders say these words to you, they are caring for you, and you can't be too long-winded with the elders.

"The teachings of the prince must be remembered in the end."

Tian Wujing nodded,

Then he said:

"Although this king is not ready to attack the snow field again in recent years, you must not relax the affairs on the snow field, divide and pull together and weaken, and you can handle it yourself;

At the same time, you need to have 10,000 cavalry on hand at the Snow Customs, and you can listen to the dispatch of the south to the town of Nanguan at any time, and this king judges that it is one thing for the Chu people not to dare to fight, but if the Chu people really want to fight......"

Speaking of which,

A calm smile appeared at the corner of Tian Wujing's mouth,

"I can help you replace this earl with a marquis."

"Lord Wang, in fact, the last general doesn't care much about these false titles, just like you, Lord Wang, maybe the will of the imperial court to punish is about to come down, are you the prince or the prince, what is the difference between the Jingnan Army, the Eastern Expeditionary Army, and the entire Dayan?"

Last night, Lao Tian fought with Sha Tuo Que Shi, so he should know some of his little secrets.

Therefore, when you speak, you can actually let go a little more.

In the face of Zheng Fan's "inch by inch",

Tian Wujing was not angry,

Instead, he asked:

"Zheng Fan."

"The end will be."

"Do your thing, do what you have to do."

"Yes, Lord Wang!"

Actually, it feels like Zheng Fan felt that Tian Wujing must have something to say in the end, but he didn't say it in the end.

But since people don't want to say it, then forget it, Uncle Zheng doesn't have the confidence to dare to get to the bottom of King Jingnan.

Not far from the tent, he saw Chen Yang waiting for him there.

Zheng Fan was going to move, and there was still a way from Wangjiang to Xuehaiguan, and Chen Yang was arranged by Tian Wujing to help Zheng Fan escort the relocation team.

"Brother Zheng, can we go?"

"It's made my brother wait for a long time, let's go."

The team set off again, and with the five thousand knights of the Jingnan Army led by Chen Yang to help, the speed and order of the team's march have been greatly improved.

If these migrating people are compared to a flock of sheep, then these knights are equivalent to shepherd dogs.

Of course, the so-called feudal officials themselves are herdsmen for the Son of Heaven, and the word "pastoral" has long been explained.

Zheng Fan didn't need to worry about the details of these relocation teams, and on the second day of the procession, he was asked out by Chen Yang, and each took a hundred horsemen to hunt in a nearby forest.

Even if they are delayed for half a day, it is very easy for them to catch up with the team under the light and fast horses, but they can enjoy their leisure as much as they want.

Because of the raiding of wild people, the aboriginal population in these places has decreased significantly, and correspondingly, some animals in the mountains and forests have become more active, and even in the villages where people go to empty houses, some wild animals can occasionally be seen shuttling among them.

The destruction and damage of war to the people is truly immeasurable.

However, Uncle Zheng didn't do anything too much to be "sad", because in the final analysis, he was the group of people who had eaten the dividends of the war.

Chen Yang shot a deer,

Uncle Zheng shot a little white rabbit,

subsequently

Both of them let the guards out to roam freely,

The two leaders sat down in front of a campfire,

A few of the warriors took their prey and went to the stream to wash it.

"Brother Zheng, our prince, it's really good to you, I have followed the prince for more than ten years, and I can be regarded as an old man in the Jingnan army, to tell you from the heart, brother, I really have a lot of jealousy in my heart for you."

The opening remarks must be to say good things first, do a foreshadowing, and everyone will get used to it before entering the topic.

"The prince is indeed as kind to me as a mountain."

"Actually, the prince is very bitter, others don't know, but we know, I believe, Brother Zheng, you definitely know."

Zheng Fan nodded, and habitually took out the "Zhonghua" brand small iron box from his arms.

At the same time, he also took out a cigarette and handed it to Chen Yang.

When you want to take the initiative or interrupt the initiative of others, you have to learn to temporarily divert the topic in this way.

In fact, Zheng Fan knew what Chen Yang wanted to say to himself.

now

The general soldiers of the Zhenbei Army have divided a lot,

Because the Hou of Zhenbei, oh no, the current King of Zhenbei has completely let go of his posture.

But the Jingnan Army is different.

To put it mildly, in the past few years of Dayan, the Jingnan Army has fought half of the battle of the Jin Dynasty, but whether it is fighting the Jinggi of the Jin State or entering the snow field or expelling the savages, it is actually carried out under the command of Tian Wujing with the Jingnan Army as the main force.

What is a proud soldier?

This is the proud soldier!

Resting in the atmosphere of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms for a while, or if Tian Wujing's majesty failed to deter the generals of the whole army,

These generals of the Jingnan Army have already done something to help their boss "add a yellow robe".

Chen Yang put the cigarette in front of his nose, sniffed it, and said:

"This thing hurts the lobes of the lungs."

People who practice martial arts and join the army naturally have their own understanding of these "herbs".

Things like tobacco came from the West, and the first one was the Yan country that arrived.

It's just that the people of Yan are really "boring",

I don't stumble, I don't smoke tobacco, I don't have a good male style, and I don't like any golden lotus and thin waist.

Of course, if human nature is not controlled and intervened, it is an inevitable trend to go into enjoyment and depravity, but if the king does not do anything "good at the top", it is naturally impossible to talk about the prosperity of the bottom.

Zheng Fan silently lit a cigarette for himself with a fire fold,

Road:

"It's just to relieve boredom."

Chen Yang didn't smoke, but he also put the delicate-looking cigarette in his arms, and then continued the previous topic:

"Actually, when Madame had an accident that day, a few of us knelt in the Hou Mansion, and before you came, we were persuading the prince to raise troops.

The prince is worthy of the slightest bit of Dayan, but Dayan, from the court to the people, has a lot of responsibilities to the prince of my family! ”

In the end, the status is different,

In the past, he was just a garrison or city punctuality, whether it was the Zhenbei Army or the Jingnan Army, when he came to win himself over, he would pay attention to a "point to point".

But now, I am qualified to talk on an equal footing.

Not to mention playing cards at the table, but standing by and seeing, no one will come to drive you away.

Therefore, this statement has become straightforward.

"Brother, in fact, what do you mean, I understand what everyone means, let's get straight to the point.

If the prince says that he wants to be the emperor, he wants this country,

I was definitely the first to stand up in support.

Maybe my qualifications are not as old as yours, and the time I have followed the prince is not as much as yours, but if the prince becomes the emperor, my benefit will definitely be the greatest, right? ”

Chen Yang nodded, this is really irrefutable.

Because even they know something about the little prince.

"But who called our prince, he didn't want to rebel, so this is our prince, the most bitter place." Zheng Fan said with emotion.

"Yes, the prince doesn't want to rebel, and he won't rebel."

"Then let's just keep waiting, why be in such a hurry?" Zheng Fan directly grasped the initiative of the conversation, "Brother, I will go to guard the snow customs this time, and it won't take a few years to become a weather."

Brother, you, as well as Brother Ren Juan, and a few of them, also have their own stations, the land of the Three Jin Dynasty has indeed been destroyed because of the many wars in recent years, but it is really good to recuperate for a few years, and in the end, it was also the place where the knights of the Three Jin Dynasty were produced.

A few years later, our Jingnan Army will have stronger soldiers and stronger horses, and when the time comes, we will be able to do whatever we want to do much more calmly. ”

Uncle Zheng still likes farming,

Ming Taizu's nine-character mantra of "building a high city, accumulating grain, and slowly becoming the king" has always been practiced by Uncle Zheng.

If you can, you can go first,

Those who know how to go,

Luck is the worst.

Chen Yang let out a sigh,

Road:

"I'm afraid that by that time, the prince's mind will still not change."

Then

I don't know how to drop,

Zheng Fan suddenly burst out with a sentence,

made Chen Yang's eyes widen immediately;

In fact, Zheng Fan didn't know why he said this, maybe, it was just a flash of inspiration, and even, he couldn't judge whether this sentence represented his own mind, or if it just came out like this.

That sentence is:

"Let's have a little prince, aren't we?"

……

In other places, spring is already thick, and it is even about to step on the rhythm of summer, but because of the proximity to the snow field, the snow customs here has just tasted the taste of spring.

Juggernaut's bed was moved to the courtyard, and he needed to bask in the sun.

The Hakka family, who was previously taken in by Zheng Fan, was given the job of temporarily helping to take care of the Sword Master after Zheng Fan left.

At this time, in the courtyard, Xue San was sitting on the eaves, his three legs hanging below, swaying.

Juggernaut reclining against the bed,

After receiving the woman's letter, Juggernaut developed a great deal of initiative for his recovery.

Even if you can't recover your previous strength and can't practice martial arts again, at least, you have to stand up.

can't let the neighbors in the future ridicule her for finding a paralyzed person.

No, just after walking around the courtyard several times with the help of the Hakka clan, the Sword Saint, who was already covered in sweat, had to sit down and rest.

And on the opposite side of the Juggernaut, sitting, is the Savage King.

His hands and feet were shackled, and the shackles were designed by Xue San himself.

Juggernaut reached out and took a piece of persimmon cake, put it in his mouth, and slowly sipped it while motioning to the Savage King;

"Some?"

"Okay."

The savage king was not polite, he took a piece of persimmon with both hands, because the shackles were a little heavy, he simply pouted his ass and knelt on the ground to eat.

"Virtue."

Juggernaut teased.

"Alas, it's sweet and delicious."

The Savage King seems to have a habit of showing people in this way.

In fact, people here will no longer be deceived by this attitude, but how to say, it is difficult for some personal habits to change in a short period of time, because it has almost become an instinct.

The Sword Saint of the Jin Kingdom and the Savage King sat in the courtyard so close,

This seems to be a difficult thing to imagine.

But it did happen.

It was the Juggernaut who took the initiative to see the Savage King,

And the requirements put forward by the Sword Saint, Xue San naturally had to meet them unconditionally, even if he was a waste now.

The Jin Kingdom is gone,

The Savage King's ambition and hegemony are gone,

Due to the rebellion of the savages, the Jin people died a lot, and most of the savages who entered the customs were killed, and the few who survived are now working as laborers outside the snow customs, being squeezed with blood and sweat.

After eating the persimmon cake, the savage king sat on the ground, licking the residue from the corner of his mouth with his tongue,

Road:

"I didn't expect you to want to see me."

"What's the point of meeting you?"

"Alas, I just think that as a dignified sword saint, you shouldn't do such a thing."

"The Sword Saint is also a human being, a title given by the people of the rivers and lakes, besides, where does the real saint come from in this world."

"Yes."

Let go of hatred,

Laughing at enmity,

That's naturally impossible,

The more people die, the more unlikely it is that this beam will be unraveled.

Xue San looked at the sky from time to time, looked down at the situation below from time to time, and yawned from time to time, he was not interested in the communication between the two below.

The Savage King looked at the Sword Saint as if he was admiring a famous sword, even though the Sword Saint had been abolished at this time, but the Savage King knew that a large part of the reason why he would be defeated was that the sword in front of the Snow Customs in front of him killed Grimu.

If Gerim is still there, it is really hard to say whether this Sheng Le Army can hold the snow customs.

It's just that the most painful thing in the world is an "if", because if you live well, where is the use of "if"?

"You're talking." The Savage King asked.

Lift me out of the dungeon, and just sit like that?

The Juggernaut seemed to be a little tired, and said:

"I can't kill you, so I don't know what to say."

"You can kill me."

The Savage King raised his head, looked at Xue San sitting on the eaves, and continued:

"They value you very much, if you take a step back and promise them more conditions, in exchange for them to kill me, they shouldn't hesitate."

"Huh."

Juggernaut smiled.

"Don't believe me?" The Savage King asked.

The Sword Master closed his eyes, then slowly shook his head and said:

"I believe it."

The Earl of Yanren, named Zheng Fan, seemed to have more confidence in himself than himself.

He felt he could recover;

"Let's pee in a pot, and talk to each other with one mouth, it's the smell of the sea of corpses and blood, it's too heavy, it's choking."

"Indeed." Juggernaut agreed.

"But you see, it's a nice day, and I have to thank you for letting me out to see the sun, so aren't you really going to say anything?"

"I'm thinking."

"What do you think?"

"I think I should say something to you, I have to say this with relief, and I can't be too preoccupied, so as not to fall behind and be seen by you."

I called you here because I wanted to tease you and have fun, but I didn't want to be too simple, but it was boring.

"Tsk, I really didn't expect you to have such an idea, this really doesn't look like what the legendary Sword Saint should be."

Juggernaut ...... What should it look like? ”

"A sword, as soon as the blade of the sword comes out, the head falls to the ground, and it always has to be a little fairy without being stained with dust."

"That's who I used to be."

"Co-author, have you changed?"

"It's changed, people, it's all going to change."

"The sword, but I'd rather bend it."

"But those who use the sword are always people, and those who leave the sword are nothing."

The Savage King nodded thoughtfully and said:

"I've been taught, just as I'm nothing after I lost my descendants."

The Juggernaut suddenly stretched out his hand to support the bed, sat up straight, and shouted:

"Miss Ke, bring me the clothes that the surnamed Zheng prepared for me."

Hakka obeyed the order and walked over with several neatly folded clothes.

Juggernaut pointed to the clothes,

Road:

"I used to have a good relationship in Shengle City, with a son and a mother-in-law above, and when I heard that I was paralyzed, I didn't dislike it, and said that I would take care of me for the rest of my life.

In three or two days, people are about to arrive.

Anyway, you're not an outsider, so help me palm my eyes and choose a set of clothes, I'll be good to wear that day to see her, but I have to choose a spirit. ”

The Savage King opened his mouth,

Laughing and laughing and stopping again, stopping and laughing again, laughing and laughing and stopping,

The Savage King let out a long sigh,

The shackled hands poked his chest,

Said slowly:

"It deserves to be a sword master, this sword really hurts."

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That's all for tonight, good night, everyone, good dreams.